Saturday, March 17, 2007

"Collections"

It is after work
and we smell
of hamburgers,
of old grease
as you back me
up in the darkness
to the edge of my bed.
The shade on the window
is only half drawn
with rays of street light
daggering on the wall.
I had wanted you
since the day you started,
had smiled my best smile,
batted my eyelashes,
whispered dirty things
when our arms crossed
over the warming table
for a double cheeseburger.
But now with you here,
in my room,
on my bed
touching me with a
drunken tenderness,
I don’t find you
as attractive now
that the hunt is over;
Now that I have slain
this dragon.
I let you touch me
anyway,
let you taste my skin,
let you slide inside me
just for the memory of it
as I tilt my head back,
and tilt my hips in
to collect my reward.Aleathia Drehmer 2007Upcoming Publication in Zygote in My Coffee Print #4